The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-02-03
.CYRILLA AIMS ROMANCE.
Demorest's Monthly.
"Cyrilla Ann"

DeWOTeSUk MoIDHiys
"Cyrilla Ann" r &c.,.
Eyes, ma'am."
""Them windows must be cleaned to.
day, and this mornin', too; Pm fairly
ashamed OF en-; they're SO dirty 1
kin scarcely e through 'em. They
had orterbeen done last week"
Cyrilla Ann sighed when she thought
of all that had been done ''last week."
and the greater, smuch the greater
part, by her own poor little hands,
which still bore the marks of
many cuts, burns, scratches and
bruises. In testimony thereof. The
carpets had been taken up, shaken
and laid again; the dining room and
parlor stoves taken down carried to
the garnet, walls washed, furniture
polls ned, clothes closets rid OF every
thing pertaining to cold weather and
filled with things pertaining to warm.
and with all the rest the regular work
Of the house had gone on much the
same as usual-cooking, washing,
ironing, sweeping, dustlng, scrubbing,
&C., &C., &c.
Why, Cyrilla Ann had not laid her
head on her pillow a single night OIL the
six before IL or IL o'clock although
that same head had to be off the pill
low at half past 5 sharp every morn
ing.
The parlor windows couldn't have
been squeezed into last weeks doings,
nc matter what Mrs. Feeze choose to
fhir1r o,,1 GNU o10r,f - AID ALo
weather had turned 81 very cold. An
icy wave, maliciously left behind by
gruff old winter to vex his successor,
and which had been prophesied for
several days, had come at last in ear
nest, and Cyrilla Ann dreaded those
windows. They we're long and wide,
and she would be obliged to stand on
the old-fashioned balcony-the house
was a corner one and fully exposed to
the extremely windy spring winds-to
do the outside of them.
Poor girl! I can't imagine how she
got through all the work of the Feeze
household-which was one of those
exacting ones which demand more Ia.
Dor than many twice their size-for
she was a. small body. and did not
look very strong. But it was easy to
tell by the expression of her mouth
when she closed it firmly, as she often
did, that what Cyrilla Ann lacked in
strength she made up in gr4, and when
she had determined to do a thing she'd
do it or die in the attempt. Besides
this firm mouth, Cyrilla Ann had a
pair OF soft, gray eyes, with long,
dark, arched eyebrows, a nose
well, somewhat PIGGY, but not
at all unattractively so, and a. dimple
in her round chin for which many a
millionairess would have parted with
untold gold. This dimple was the
ource of the greatest vexation to her
mistress, Mrs. Feeze. That estimable
woman had no dimples, MOI soft, gray
eyes, nor long, silken lashes, nor arch
ed eyebrows, nor funny little pug
Her eyes were a cold, light blue. Her
lashes were short and scanty, and size
didn't have q sign of an eyebrow when
she forgot to make them with a cray
on. Her nose was long and thin. So
was her chin. And her mouth was
one of those straight lipless ones
that seldom, if ever, open, to
say anything pleasant. Cyrilla AIMS
dimple was the last straw that broke
the camel's back with Mrs. Feeze.
She could by trying hard, endure in
silence whatever other claims the girl
had to prettiness, but the dimple was
too much. "If I was a gal and had
stitch a ridiculous hole as that in my
chin, I'd fill it up with putty if couldn't
get rid of it no other way" she'd say,
when she couldn't find anything to
scold about. And then Cyrilla Ann
for the life of her couldn't help smil-
ing, and the dimple would grow Deep
er than ever, and Mrs. Feeze would
turn away with a. toss of the head
and a contemptuous sniff.
Cyril]a Ann vas an orphan. Mrs.
Feeze had taken her from the asylum
when she was only ten years old. Her
own daughter having married and left
ier-and they do say she was very
glad to go-she took Cyrilla Ann "to
fill the place left vacant in her heart
and home" But heaven save the
mark! If all orphan girls taken to fill
hearts and homes have to work as
hard and get as little for it as Cyrilla
Ann, they'd much prefer, I am certain,
to be hired as servants at regular
wages.
"Well, to 60 back to the parlor win
dows. Have 'em done by the time /
get home from markit. You've moth.
ing else to do but scour the knives,
and bring up coal, and sift the ashes,
and scrub the kitchen, and bake a pan
of biscuit" said Mrs. Feeze. And hav-
ing alreadydonned cloak and bonnet,
she drew on her wooden mittens and
departed.
"Ill go at them right away, and
then they'll be off my mind" declared
Cyrilla Ann, as she heard the street
door close. And in a moment more
upstairs she went, carrying q pail of
water, some soft, white cloths and an
old newspaper, and going into the
gloomy parlor, began briskly at the
window nearest the stoop.
Now it happened that the young
man who had set up for himself in the
shoe business across the way about q
month before, was at this very mo-
ment polishing the outside of his shop
window, and, CHANGING to look in the
direction of the opposite corner, he
Immediately spied Cyrilla Ann. 1t
he could see through Mrs. Feeze's
parlor window if Mrs. Feeze couldn't.
And what does the v01no man do